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It started as an annoyance,
a small ***** inside,
and that grew,
and grew,
and grew,
and at first I could still function,
keep moving with my normal duties,
but the pain became agony,
as this turn inside was too much to bear.
My hands clawed,
and smashed,
and attempted to stop,
but there was no exits,
or emergency buttons to press,
I was on a ride of suffering,
that was just beginning.
I'd twist,
and writhe,
but nothing helps.
I'm just hitting the peak,
when I can no longer move,
just stuck with my thoughts,
without the ability to act,
and this torment that I must go through.
I want to attack it,
rip it out of me,
cut it,
pull it,
destroy it,
but I can't.
I'm only able to sit and be frozen in misery.
It starts to fade,
I might be OK,
but there it is to build again,
can I take much more?
It slows some more,
and I can use my hands again.
The blood that was flowing,
is leaving my eyes,
and I see more than that red haze again.
I calm back down to normality,
and there is just a soft reminder,
that the pain may return.
You show me that little bit of skin,
that gets the blood flowing,
and then you look my way with your little smile and a wink,
and then keep on walking,
with just a hint that there will be more,
but you know you won't be giving it up soon,
so you just look over your shoulder with that typical,
sorry not sorry,
as you always planned too.
The next day you were going out,
and then you decided to flash,
me a little ***,
and then put that away too,
because you knew,
we were already running late,
and it would have to wait,
so you turn to me and say again,
sorry not sorry,
as we go out pushing it back again.
We were playing around,
and as you were going down,
you were feeling frisky,
and a little risky,
as you look up at me,
while on your knees,
and asked, "Which hole would you like?,"
and at that moment I felt the sweet release,
and saw your little grin again,
with that short little phrase,
of sorry not sorry,
again and again.
I remember when I first met you,
you were so excited to meet me,
as I was you.
The way you could fill me love,
and joy,
and fun,
it was only you Isabella,
that would show up at the best of times,
and always make me beam with joy from just your presence.
For you I would do anything to make sure I made you as happy,
as you made me.
I'd even go out of my way to make your favorite meal,
just to get a few more of your kisses,
because you being that joyful,
gives me the best delight.
You'd lie with me all night,
just because you knew I wanted to be next to you,
and you were always the best one for cuddling.
When I had to move,
you could not come with me,
and I regret it,
but I can't take it back now,
I just hope you were as happy in your last moments,
as you were in your best moments.
I'll always remmeber you Isabella,
as you are forever apart of me,
but you had a long and good life,
and I know you can rest forever more,
not having any more cares,
or anything else ever bother you again.
Even though you're a black lab,
there is no one else that I've been that close with,
and even though some people think you're just a dog,
you will forever be my best companion.
My best freind died today,
and I'm just happy I got to know you,
but I will be mourning a while longer,
before the pain starts to fade.
I wrote this for someone else.
Whenever you say no sometimes I'll take that as a challenge,
to infiltrate your mind with things you wanna do,
but you say there's no time to.
I look for the chinks in your disposition,
and I get inside through the tiniest holes,
penetrating your thoughts,
and inhibitions,
to push towards the naughty,
or just to the "I shouldn't",
but never towards the "I wouldn't",
cause I know you too well.
I know you'll enjoy it,
I'm just a slight push from time to time,
a little devil on your shoulder,
that can take a hold of you.
My whispers are subtle when needed
or blunt when I know you're in the mood,
but you'll fall for it eventually,
because I know what makes you tick.
That soft correction,
the subtle jabs at your self restraint,
and getting into what I know you want.
I'll make you stay up too late,
enjoying yourself as I take joy,
just knowing I got you doing more than you expected.
You've made a mistake,
and want to take it back,
but that's not possible,
it's out there now,
and you don't know what to do,
you can try to ignore the issue,
but that can build and grow.
You try to deflect,
but that can cause more problems than there was before.
You've thought about lying,
but if you're ever caught,
the devastation that follows will be too great to ever take back.
The only course ahead feels the worst when you must confront it,
you have to tell the truth.
Speak about what happened,
and don't look back.
Take the consequences of your actions,
because they really aren't as bad as you think they'll be.
If you're truly loved,
you'll be forgiven,
and if they can't get past your mistake,
then it was never meant to be,
but you have support,
you have those who will lift you,
and don't listen to those self reflections that lie,
listen to the outside forces that only want what's best for you.
You can always count on me to steer you right,
and correct your currents when they get too choppy,
just come by and ask any time,
I'll change course for you when the time is right.
I'm not attempting to delay in any way,
but there are just so many things that catch my attention,
so many interests that I just don't have the time,
and I pile high the amount that I want to do,
at the same time,
that when I try to contemplate,
what my next move will be,
something new shows up and distracts me again.
I want to plan ahead,
I want to follow through,
I don't want to get behind,
and waste more time,
but it's like any addiction,
I just come back for more abuse,
to my management of the next interval,
that prevents me from advancing,
but I can't help the return,
there's always something new to see,
new to experience,
and I know that I'll enjoy what I come across.
Sometimes I wish I could disconnect from it all,
and go for the simple,
but those thoughts don't last long,
as I know I'll end up wasting that time too.
I guess I'm just on an endless loop,
that keeps pushing me to the next destination,
and I know I can still get done what I need to,
at least that's what I keep telling myself.
You and I aren't ordinary,
there are some things about us that are very,
unique and can cause me to feel very cheery,
and I'll never be weary,
as long as I have you to help me carry,
my thoughts around when things get scary,
and when the need comes you can be contrary,
to my point of view when necessary.
If there even requires a situation that needs me to be wary,
I can lean on you to get me out of that hairy,
situation that I've gotten in with your ancillary,
advice that at this point is customary,
to how we treat each other in a way that feels honorary.
It's nice to be reminded that the lows are just momentary,
while we've built our own monastery,
of commitment and our own sanctuary,
that is anything but temporary.
You've turned me into a visionary,
you're own personal emissary,
that treats you anything but secondary.
You and me are contemporary's,
equals even though my itinerary,
puts you in the front of my list of preliminary,
love and support that is anything but unnecessary,
and through our care of each other in this planetary,
scale of admiration and fascination is to the point of extraordinary,
it will be all I'll ever need to make me want to stay around as long as possible and out of the cemetery.
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